I am 52 years old. After several days at my parent's house I feel the need to state it out loud. In fact, I've already told other people this since I've been here. I know it sounds strange but it's necessary. In Valencia, or when I've lived in any other city, I never felt the … Continue reading You know I’m 52
We took the high speed to Madrid from Valencia for our final days with Emilie before she went back to school. It cuts the travel time in half but still allows for beautiful views of wine, olives and this time of year, sunflower fields by the mile. All along the route it seemed the flowers … Continue reading ¡Hola Madrid!
Hell froze over today. Well, since it's so bloody hot and humid I sort of wish it actually did, but our stuff ARRIVED at 1pm today. It actually came with a phone call and three guys who could not have been nicer. I paid for their lunch afterwards. I'm not a person who has ever … Continue reading What if we ever needed…3/4 of an Inch
In an effort to continue my journey in the Spanish language, and to make things easier, I have acquired a new Spanish tutor. He's British but he is a fluent speaker. I'm pretty sure he will help me get back up on my kindergarten bicicletta with the Espanol training wheels. I had fallen off after … Continue reading I Just Gotta Do It
I'm all about the good vibrations. And generally, I'll try anything once - as long as it's not going to potentially kill me or result in legal action. There hasn't been one second in my life that I've thought I had all the answers. I'm always in awe of deeply religious people who truly believe … Continue reading Noche San Juan Bautista
Oh yes. Back in the dark ages - well, the end of February, the movers came and took our stuff to Los Angeles. They had promised to put it all on a boat that would sail across the sea. How do I know this? Because I gave them a pile of money and signed a … Continue reading No Really, Where’s my Stuff?!?
This weekend was the culmination of the fiesta of Corpus Christi. It represents the 60 days after Easter and is chock full of traditions that are ruckus and confusing. We have no idea what so much of it means or why they're doing it at all. Luckily, some of it was described to us while … Continue reading Corpus Christi
We are still discovering our new home town. Turning right instead of left, like we usually do. Looking up to find that we've been walking under some gorgeous, carved stone work we had failed to see before. It happens every day. Sometimes, we do it deliberately. Other times it's by accident. We're just lost. But … Continue reading Out and About
When we moved to Arizona from Seattle in 2016, initially we loved the weather and how different the vegetation was from the Northwest. But of course, we moved there in March after a particularly drippy winter in Seattle. We were ready for a change. But when the thermostat hit 124 Fahrenheit on June 21st - … Continue reading Morning Rituals
Life is a set of choreography. Daily, we develop routines and we understand the steps, operating without thinking on auto-pilot. Because of this we can miss so much of what goes on around us. Moving to Valencia, we find that we see more than we would normally at home because we don't have the same … Continue reading The Dance